none.
"You mean that we can..."
"Fuck the little sluts if you vote for me? The answer to that
is an emphatic yes. Get my position made permanent and you can have
lots of fresh young girls to sate your sexual needs."
"And the brunette?" the taller man asked greedily seeking
confirmation that she would be included in the deal.
The headmaster smiled.
"I am even willing to offer her as a taster tomorrow evening,
as a sign of good faith shall we say."
"Yes!" the taller man blurted, "we have a deal."
The headmaster looked to the balding fat man,
Henry.
"And you?"
The man was almost beside himself with excitement.
"Done! Count me in."
***
It was the tiny little brunette, the one with such wide
pleading eyes that her expression seemed permanently one of
innocent naivety. She was flouncing along the corridor ahead of
him, turning her head slightly at odd times so as to assure herself
that her display was being noticed. The slut wiggled her cute
little backside to make her pleated skirt swing from side to side
and to give fleeting glimpses of her upper thighs.
"What are you doing here?" he called after her, "This corridor
is out of bounds to pupils."
She halted and turned, her expression one of joy and was
trying hard to contain a smile.
"Taking a short cut sir."
He moved close, towering over the tiny child and looking down
into her watery dark eyes. The headmaster felt his cock stir within
his trousers and as he caught the scent of her perfume and his cock
pulsed in excited little jerks.
"You are next for the interview aren't you? When is
it?"
"Yes, tomorrow sir, at five o'clock."
He held her gaze silently for many moments, transmitting his
need through his gaze and she responded likewise, a deep and
longing gaze filled with mischief. He started back to the present
and broke the sexually charged spell.
"Don't be late then," he cautioned and smiled.
Without breaking her stare up at him she said
brightly.
"I won't be, sir."
The girl turned and walked away, swinging her hips more since
she had achieved her aim.
He watched her until she turned the corner at the end of the
long corridor, then adjusted his erection in his trousers and went
into the study muttering softly to himself.
***
She was naked and waiting for him inside the open cottage
door, as she had been told to be. The young teacher watched the
headmaster place the holdall on the table and the then closed the
door.
"Close it but don't lock it," he said simply and busied
himself with the contents of his bag.
She stood ready and to attention in the centre of the room,
totally naked but still wearing her high-heeled black shoes. She
gave no protest as from behind he took one of her wrists and began
binding the thick cord around it.
"Did you learn anything from the other evening
slut?"
"Yes," she said nervously, "I have learned to obey you. That
punishment is pain and that it follows failure."
"Indeed it does and so it should. What else did you
learn?"
He bound both her wrists together, crossing them over one
another behind her back.
"That the sex...well, brutal and rough though it
was..."
"But you enjoyed it," he said as he began tying a second cord
around her arm just above the elbow.
"Yes," she admitted softly.
"And the caning?"
She gasped in pain, as her elbows were pulled sharply in
together behind her back and tied securely.
"The caning I didn't like, but the way you control me, order
me around and..."
"That's because you are a slut," he stated simply. "Now kneel
down bitch."
The young teacher knelt and waited, she turned her head to
watch the headmaster undress, the main of her interest in his long
and rigid cock as it became exposed. She had had it up her but
hadn't actually seen it, her eyes widened as the thick shaft jutted
out from his black thatch of public hair.
The headmaster, now naked, took the camera from his holdall
and snapped five photos of her from different angles, ensuring that
her face was captured
"You mean that we can..."
"Fuck the little sluts if you vote for me? The answer to that
is an emphatic yes. Get my position made permanent and you can have
lots of fresh young girls to sate your sexual needs."
"And the brunette?" the taller man asked greedily seeking
confirmation that she would be included in the deal.
The headmaster smiled.
"I am even willing to offer her as a taster tomorrow evening,
as a sign of good faith shall we say."
"Yes!" the taller man blurted, "we have a deal."
The headmaster looked to the balding fat man,
Henry.
"And you?"
The man was almost beside himself with excitement.
"Done! Count me in."
***
It was the tiny little brunette, the one with such wide
pleading eyes that her expression seemed permanently one of
innocent naivety. She was flouncing along the corridor ahead of
him, turning her head slightly at odd times so as to assure herself
that her display was being noticed. The slut wiggled her cute
little backside to make her pleated skirt swing from side to side
and to give fleeting glimpses of her upper thighs.
"What are you doing here?" he called after her, "This corridor
is out of bounds to pupils."
She halted and turned, her expression one of joy and was
trying hard to contain a smile.
"Taking a short cut sir."
He moved close, towering over the tiny child and looking down
into her watery dark eyes. The headmaster felt his cock stir within
his trousers and as he caught the scent of her perfume and his cock
pulsed in excited little jerks.
"You are next for the interview aren't you? When is
it?"
"Yes, tomorrow sir, at five o'clock."
He held her gaze silently for many moments, transmitting his
need through his gaze and she responded likewise, a deep and
longing gaze filled with mischief. He started back to the present
and broke the sexually charged spell.
"Don't be late then," he cautioned and smiled.
Without breaking her stare up at him she said
brightly.
"I won't be, sir."
The girl turned and walked away, swinging her hips more since
she had achieved her aim.
He watched her until she turned the corner at the end of the
long corridor, then adjusted his erection in his trousers and went
into the study muttering softly to himself.
***
She was naked and waiting for him inside the open cottage
door, as she had been told to be. The young teacher watched the
headmaster place the holdall on the table and the then closed the
door.
"Close it but don't lock it," he said simply and busied
himself with the contents of his bag.
She stood ready and to attention in the centre of the room,
totally naked but still wearing her high-heeled black shoes. She
gave no protest as from behind he took one of her wrists and began
binding the thick cord around it.
"Did you learn anything from the other evening
slut?"
"Yes," she said nervously, "I have learned to obey you. That
punishment is pain and that it follows failure."
"Indeed it does and so it should. What else did you
learn?"
He bound both her wrists together, crossing them over one
another behind her back.
"That the sex...well, brutal and rough though it
was..."
"But you enjoyed it," he said as he began tying a second cord
around her arm just above the elbow.
"Yes," she admitted softly.
"And the caning?"
She gasped in pain, as her elbows were pulled sharply in
together behind her back and tied securely.
"The caning I didn't like, but the way you control me, order
me around and..."
"That's because you are a slut," he stated simply. "Now kneel
down bitch."
The young teacher knelt and waited, she turned her head to
watch the headmaster undress, the main of her interest in his long
and rigid cock as it became exposed. She had had it up her but
hadn't actually seen it, her eyes widened as the thick shaft jutted
out from his black thatch of public hair.
The headmaster, now naked, took the camera from his holdall
and snapped five photos of her from different angles, ensuring that
her face was captured
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